A Few Good Men 15: On Board II
Note: The following, along with A Few Good Men 1 through 14, is an accounting of my stint in the USMC. Another series, `Nailed', in Nifty's Athletic section, precedes this series. They all contain sex between men. Duh. If don't want to read graphic details of sex between consenting adult men or if you're underage or if this is not allowed/illegal where you live, then don't read it. You've been warned.
I've had a few recurring questions about this series, so I'll try to clear up what most guys have asked about. As I said, the `A Few Good Men' series is largely true. Yah, so what that most of the names have been changed to protect the innocent and/or closeted. These stories are the best memories I have of being one of Uncle Sam's finest. They took place in the very early 80s when I was in the USMC. Back then we really didn't practice safe sex because it was the very beginning of the health crisis and safe sex with condoms didn't really come into play full force until like the mid 80s. I guess I'm lucky. I fucked around with lots of mostly military guys back then and, luckily, am still negative all these years later.
I hope you enjoy the series. There's lots more memories to write about. I just need the time to do it. I'd love to hear from you with your comments. Please don't copy any part of this. I reserve all rights to this and all the chapters in the `A Few Good Men' series.
D'Angelo was one hot mother fucker. He smoked way too much pot for my taste, but he was one helluva hot man. And a great fuck. He had this one spot on deck that he hung out at when he was off duty. It was a great place to watch guys as they came and went below deck. I had no problem meeting him there just about any time he wanted me to. When you're one of the Marines who's butt the Navy is hauling around the Pacific you don't really have all that much to do. So I hung out there with D'Angelo a lot and watched all the hot men I couldn't have. Oh, and D'Angelo and I fucked as much as we could too.
Both of us were understandably careful about just going down and fucking in our hiding place whenever we had the urge. Even though we were thinking with our dicks a lot, we were also aware of the fact that we could easily be caught. And in the mental place I was in back in those days, that would have been a disaster. Now I'm not so sure I'd give a shit. Whatever. About 2 days after the first time we fucked, we were sitting around shooting the shit in his spot and he was really getting me hot with his hot talk. All the fucker could talk about was how he was gonna eat my ass before fucking it for like a million years. That's all this lonely Gyrene needed to hear. In no time he had me eating out of his hand. And he knew it. For about an hour in the afternoon he talked solid about the nasty things he was gonna do to me. And then he got up to leave.
"Um, if you're lookin' to be manhandled like that, I'll be back here at 21:00 hours," he said casually, referring to all the hot shit he'd been dishing out.
"Huh?" I asked a little dumbfounded that he wasn't interested in running off and fucking at that very moment.
"You heard me, Grunt!" he chuckled.
"Not now?"
"Nah," he said in his strong east coast accent. "I gotta go get something to eat first. Before I eat your ass," he finished in a whisper.
"Yah?"
"Oh, yah!" he boasted. "Knowin' you, I'm probably gonna be fucking that hot ass of yours half the night to get you off! I better get something to eat `cause I'm gonna I need my strength," he continued, groping himself quickly. I got the message.
His ballsiness made me smile. "Yah, I guess you are gonna need your strength," I affirmed.
"21:00?"
"I'll be here"
"Cool. See you then," he said as he turned and left. I watched him walk away. What a fucking Stud he was. The man looked almost as good from the back as he did from the front. He had the broadest shoulders and a strong, muscular torso that dove south onto probably a 31" waist atop an awesome pair of tight and defined butt cheeks. Man, I loved burying my face in his butt! Suddenly I was all excited about getting laid again. Just knowing so made me hornier than usual. It seems like I was sizing up every guy that I came across that afternoon.
While grabbing chow, I saw this hot Latino guy in line that I'd checked out before. Over the previous couple of weeks I'd noticed him around and, although initially we had brief eye contact and a friendly nod or gesture that guys do, it was clear he had no interest in me. I never really even got close enough to get his name. He was just another Jarhead and I was dying to meet him. Every time I saw him, I had to avoid staring at him because I was certain he was straight. I sure as hell didn't need another Randall Bauer on my hands. Understanding that, I was content checking him out on the sly whenever I ran into him. It's just that his guy's flawless dark skin, heavy 5:00 shadow and intense black eyes seemed to draw me to him.
Like before, I tried to steal glances without him seeing me which wasn't all that hard because it was obvious that he didn't even know I existed. Being extra horny that day though, I took some extra chances and moved up quickly when I saw him in the chow line. I was right behind him when he turned around and looked past me to something of interest. That's when I saw his name. PADILLA. Lance Corporal Padilla. Definitely one of Uncle Sam's finest. Based on my height in comparison to him, he had to be right at 6' tall. Being right behind him, I stared at his model perfect ass with impunity. Each globe filled his trousers magically as well as flexed independently as he moved. On top of that was probably a 32" waist that showed it was devoid of fat under his tight shirt. The waist quickly fanned out into a broad back and impressive shoulders. It was his guns that stopped my eyes however. His fucking arms were great. Really great. They were big and bulging and the hair on them all grew in one direction. He definitely had the arms of a man. While he moved about I caught just glimpses of his hard pecs pushing out on his shirt. As hot as the whole of the package was, I just couldn't get over his ass. I watched where he sat and placed myself where I could get a great view. If I'd jacked off enough over this Stud in the past, I suddenly had a whole new fantasy to get me through the lonely nights.
Because I'd eaten early, I had time to hit the shower while most everyone else was eating. On a Navy ship there is absolutely no privacy, especially in the communal showers so a guy really had to be careful about where and when he chose to clean up before getting fucked. Being a resourceful guy though, I was able to rinse myself inside and out without any problems that night. In no time I was ready for whatever D'Angelo could throw my way. I was so damned excited about putting out for him once again, that I was on deck and in place at just after 20:00 hours. For nearly an hour I was squirming in my seat just thinking about taking his dick. Like clockwork, D'Angelo appeared just before 21:00 hours. From the grin on his face I could tell he was stoned. That he reeked of grass when he got close to me confirmed it.
"Damn, D'Angelo," I kidded, fanning the heavy pot smell, "aren't you afraid of getting busted?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"Oh, c'mon Dude!" I laughed. "You reek of pot"
"Really?" he queried with a slightly paranoid look on his face. I love fucking with people's heads when they're stoned.
"Duh! You can really smell it, man"
"Whatever," he grinned casually with that typical D'Angelo I-don't-give-a-shit attitude. If you understood anything about the man, that was it. He really didn't give a shit about much. He was content to just go with the flow, smoke a little grass and drink a little beer. Oh, and fuck as much ass as he could get his cock into. That was D'Angelo. No stress in his life! "Let's go," he ordered as he walked away.
I quickly caught up with him and followed him below deck as I had before. Like a man on a mission, he made a bee-line to our secret spot. Once we neared that hatch in the bulkhead, he looked around quickly. Seeing nobody near, he opened it and hustled me inside. I'd barely cleared the door when he was right on my backside. Suddenly the hatch was closed and latched and, once again, we were in near total darkness. Not wasting any time, the guy was all over me. As he was kissing and groping me all over, he was quickly leading me to the little hideout where we'd fucked so freely a couple days earlier. In a flash he'd pulled enough of the fire hoses down, making a passageway big enough for us to crawl through. In the dimmest of light I could see him motion with his head for me to crawl inside, which I did. Again right on my heels, the Italian Stallion crawled in behind me and restacked the hoses he'd moved. We were once again safely surrounded by walls of fire hoses in that private hidden area about the size of a double bed.
Comfortably entombed in our little fuck den, we tore into one another like two ravenous wolves. That's actually a pretty good analogy seeing as though most men are like dogs, huh? Whatever. His aggressive moves immediately told me that D'Angelo was starved for sex. That was way fine with me. Just by his intensity, I could tell that he was going to be a fine ride that night. And a fine ride was just what the Doctor ordered. That fucker had ignited a flame in me when we'd fucked before and, until he started mauling me and tearing my clothes off that night, I hadn't realized just how sex starved I was myself. It was all I could do to keep up with the man as he forcefully pursued what he was after. That fucking Squid had only one thing on his mind and he was hell bent on getting the job done. He was everywhere on me at once. His mouth and hands seemed to move like magic over me as he undressed me. Following his lead, I undressed him item for item as he did me. Well, as best as we could with boots and shoes on. After our T shirts went flying, he ripped down my pants as far as he could before pouncing on top of me. Kissing me deeply, he moved from my mouth to my neck and back as his fingers gently prodded at what he wanted most from me. I spread my legs as best I could, giving the powerful man access to my most private parts. Oh, fuck could he make magic with his fingers! Suddenly, he swooped down onto my chest where he sucked on my nipples, alternating from one side to another. Immediately, about 240 volts of electricity shot from my pecs into my cock and balls which opened the gate to my guts to his advances. Being the right man in the right place at the right time, he gently slid his middle finger inside of me as my butthole relaxed. Geez, we hadn't even been at it for more that a couple of minutes and the guy already had his fuck finger up to the web of his hand in me! Am I easy or what?
As he stroked my butt nut, I gave it up to him. My butthole was mush in no time. I just knew we were going to have a great fuck soon. How I managed to undo his belt and pants while he diddled me into oblivion I'll never know. I guess I was just on autopilot, huh? After all, I'd undone more than a few men's pants at that point in my life! When I'd gotten his pants undone, I reached in and gripped onto the hard root the man was going to ball me with. Stroking up and down the length of him, I felt the wetness of his nut nectar pouring out of him. Fuck he was hard!
"Get your fuckin' boots off!" he barked as he ripped his finger out of me with a pop. Suddenly I was empty and definitely in need of more. D'Angelo wasted no time in sitting up to shuck his shoes, so I did the same. Like a good Marine, I had mine off in no time as did he. Instinctively, the two of us stood up in the short space and shed our pants and skivvies in one motion.
We fell to our knees and then together in a strong embrace that started what was to become a balls-to-the-wall fuck session to end all others. Almost right away he had me lowered onto my back and was on top of me where he sure as hell belonged. D'Angelo spared no moves on me as he guided us down the mansex path. The fucker was a total animal that night and I was certainly his willing prey. Like the two young, hot, strong and fit men that we were, we rolled around in that confined space like two wrestlers locked in carnal competition. His lust was enhanced by his buzz and mine by his moves. It was a perfect fucking match.
Damn him if he didn't work my neck nearly right away. My immediate reaction was that I was putty in his hands. I couldn't help but raise my legs and expose my butthole for him to move in on. No surprise there, huh? Before long he had once again buried his fuck finger in me and was rubbing that ever hardening walnut a few inches inside of me. It was so apparent that the Stud was no stranger to a man's asshole. As he slowly stroked me inside, I opened up to him until he was able to slide yet another digit in alongside the first. We were on the fast track to a fuck and I no longer cared just how much foreplay he was gonna give me. All I wanted at that very moment was that hard and fat 8 inch Italian salami that throbbed in my hands. Like they always do when a man plays with my butt, my legs were up and completely out of the way of any access he might want to my assguts.
Without pulling his fingers out of my butt, the man suddenly turned me over and started seriously working my neck. I pushed my butt back and drove his probing digits as deep as they could go. It felt so damned good that I could have been happy with just that action for the night. Ah, but I knew something better was going to come! As I pushed my butt muscles out, I made room for yet another one of his fingers inside of me. Completely enjoying the sensation of being filled with three independently moving digits, I thrashed my face against the coiled cotton hoses beneath us. As I did so, some sort of cloth popped up. While D'Angelo readied my hole for a hosing, I reached up to see what it was that I'd found. I soon discovered that it was a pair of discarded skivvies. They were crusty in places so somebody had obviously used them to clean themselves up after a hot fuck. This told me that our little fuck den wasn't the most secret of places after all.
I was in pig heaven as D'Angelo worked my hole looser. The bigger and stronger man maneuvered me onto my back again before lying completely down on me and engulfing my mouth with his own. His rough hands stroked up and down my sides as he ground his hard cock against mine. Consumed with our deep kisses, the man fed me his tongue and I sucked on it greedily. He tasted of pot and cigarettes. Pumping against one another, we took great pleasure in the friction. Before long, I'd raised my legs up high and was rubbing my inflamed pucker against his throbbing tube. Fuck, I was ready to be penetrated by him. Just sliding his wet weenie along the length of my asscrack set the guy off even further. It was as if he'd just been shot with adrenaline. His soft and insistent mouth was all over my neck, my ears, my mouth and down onto my chest. While he gently slid his fingers over my asslips, he suckled hungrily on my hard pecs. Nearly tearing them off with his teeth, the hot man made music on my tits.
All of a sudden he was licking and sucking up and down my belly and sides. Being nearly the most sensitive flesh on my body, I thrashed about trying to keep him away. Not having any of that, the guy overpowered me and held me in place while he tortured me deliciously as he nipped and licked at the super ticklish sides of my belly. I had no choice but to surrender to his moves which, in turn, aroused me even more. By the time he was licking the sensitive flesh of my groin, I was in a heat that nobody could have stopped. I was also being a little loud I'm afraid so, to quiet me down, D'Angelo reached for what ever he could to cover my mouth, which ended up being the discarded skivvies I'd discovered earlier. When he held them over my mouth, I discovered they were not only a little crusty but also filled with the heavy scent of cum and butthole and fuck. It turned me on something fierce to realize that D'Angelo had shoved what was obviously somebody's dirty shorts and cum rag into my face. How hot is that?
By now my butthole was pliant and getting very wet from it's own juices. All a man has to do is work my hole and it'll take care of the lube it needs to make things fun. Fueled by the intensity of our pre-fuck activities, D'Angelo worked his way down to my butthole. That nasty fucker started licking my hole as he finger banged me in and out. Damn, it was hot! When he couldn't stand it any longer, he pulled his fingers out and shoved his tongue inside of me as far as he could. I distinctly remember him nearly bending me in half to get at my butthole. The fucker ate me with wild abandon. I worked with my butt muscles hard and pushed as much of my inner flesh out for him to lick and suck as possible. Damn, there's nothing like the sensation of a man's tongue deep in your butt to get you hot for his cock! I have no idea how long the man feasted on my hole. All I know is that I was starting to hyperventilate from the sensation. Laying there a bit lightheaded I surrendered all the sensitive flesh of my mancunt that I could.
After what seemed like an eternity, the Squid pulled off my butt. As he lowered my legs I could feel the air cooling on the wetness of my open hole. The fat head of his cock slid inside of me without even a warning,. Without lube it was at first it was a little sticky, but just the thought of him penetrating me made my butthole flare, allowing more of him to sink inside of me.
"That's it, Stud!" he cooed as he moved the couple of inches he had in me back and forth.
Oh, man I wanted him inside of me! I pushed down and opened more of my guts to him. The assmaster pushed harder and his bone-on slid along on the spit and ass slick that were there. Still and all, I needed some lube to take his big bone so I reached over to my pants and retrieved the lube that I'd brought with me and handed it to him. Like a pro, the buttfuck Stud slicked my gaping asshole with it before putting a generous coating on his manhood. Once done, he tossed the lube aside and aimed his steaming snake at my fuck flesh. And so it was. Just as naturally and carnally as men have done since Buttfuck 101, the cornholer penetrated me slowly and painlessly until my swollen asslips were kissing his short and curlies.
"Unnnnggggghhhhh!" I groaned as he breached the second sphincter deep inside of me.
"Oh, man!" he panted. "We are way far along the buttfuck trail tonight, huh?"
"Uh huh," I moaned.
"You ok?" he asked, his cock frozen still in my depths.
"Oh, fuck yah!" I retorted.
"You wanna get fucked in the ass, doncha?" he chuckled.
"Fuck me deep and hard, Squid!"
"Oh, gawd yes! I'm gonna fuck me some Jarhead cunt!"
"Yah, fucker! Fuckin' nail me!"
"Goddamn, Sean, you are some hot mother fucker!" he spat as he pulled his cock nearly all the way out of me.
I could hardly see him but I could sure smell and feel him. As he slid the fat length of his manhood back inside of me, I was reminded of why I'm a man that takes it in the ass from other men. "AHHHHHHH!" I groaned as he bottomed out in my butt.
Guys, for the next several minutes I lay there and took one of the finest fucking cocks a man could ever want. Without an ounce of pain or discomfort, the cocksman thrilled me with every fucking move he made. Slow and deep at first, he worked his bone in and out of me until I was pulling on his hard and furred butt and begging him to put it to me harder. And harder he did. With the force of a man consumed by what his cock was feeling, the guy showed me exactly why he was glad he was a man that fucked men in the ass. Picking up speed, he dicked me deep while moving around inside of me. That churning of my guts left me with little muscle control, allowing him to probe deeper and deeper into my being. Faster and faster he put it to me until finally his hips had to be a blur as he sawed into what he told me later was the most amazing mancunt he'd ever had.
Just when I thought he was going to cum, he'd slow down to an excruciatingly and deliciously slow pace that overheated my already engorged prostate. The fucker knew exactly what he was going as he slid his rambone over my butt nut. Then he'd start picking up the pace once again until he was finally in an all out assault on my ass guts. Goddamn, it was an amazing fuck! No matter what he did to me that night I took it like a man. He really worked me over and all I could do was cling to him in ecstasy and hope that he would last at least as long as I did. I needn't have worried about that however. I don't know exactly how long it was, but it must have been at least 20 minutes into our fuck when I started feeling the beginnings of those uncontrollable urges to cum. The guy was pushing me down Buttfuck Road like a pro and I suddenly felt as though he was going to make me cum if he didn't stop. At first I didn't want to because I didn't want it to end. But then it just felt too damned good and I knew that I was gonna spew without even touching myself. And that's about all it took to get me to the very brink of orgasm.
The way my butthole was undulating, there was no question that I was about to lose it. My freaking prostate was hard as a rock and swollen up about to what felt like the size of a grapefruit. D'Angelo could do no wrong. As long as he simply moved his bone in me, he was giving me extreme pleasure. Those telltale spasms started deep in my guts and suddenly I was so lost in a fucking orgasm that I nearly passed out. Big boy fucked me faster as he heard my breathing and groans get harder and harder. He rammed me deep and hard right up to the point I started jetting jarhead jizz all over the place. The second the pro felt that first shot of spooge he buried his bone in me and fucked me with short little jabs, maximizing the pressure on both my prostate and my second sphincter. He fucked me right into a ferocious orgasm.
"UUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" I wailed as his cock head worked my second sphincter. At the same time I could feel that hard column of flesh of his sliding over my joy button. It doesn't get better than that.
"Oh, yah, fuck!" he sighed as my hole clamped tightly around his salami.
Jet after jet after jet of jizz spewed out of me and onto my chest and belly as that Squid stuck me deep. I flushed about a gallon of nut butter before I even knew it. That and the sucking action on his Jackson was more than the Sailor could take because the next thing I knew he was moving in and out of me again.
"OH, NO!" he moaned, "FUCKIN' GONNA CUM!"
"AHHHHH, YAHHHHH!" I cried as his moves prolonged the intensity of my orgasm. For the next few seconds I rode the bone as he fucked the final spasms out of me. I wasn't completely shot out before he finally lost it himself. I was still shaking and twitching when I felt that awesome warmth you do when a man cums inside of you. Gawd, I love men!
"FUCKIN' CREAMIN' IN YOU!" he shouted as he rammed it in balls deep and seeded me. Spurt after spurt of his spunk scalded my entrails. Goddamn, but he sure shot a big load in me! And he was just as helpless as all men are when they jet. Holding on tight, he flushed his balls as his orgasm overtook his being. There's nothing like a big and strong man when he's cumming. In about a minute it was all over for him. His body relaxed from it's muscle taut stance. Throwing his head back he chuckled, "Fuck an A, Gyrene, did you get fucked or what?"
"I've been fucked for sure, D'Ang!" I answered. "Damn, Dude, you sure can fuck a mean ass!"
"Me? I'm nothin' compared to how you can take cock, Stud! I can't believe the action you can handle"
Both of us were completely fucked out at that point but I don't think either of us wanted to untangle. I wanted him inside of me and he didn't act as if he wanted anything other than my super heated guts surrounding his prick.
"Don't pull out of me!" I begged as he moved into a more comfortable position on his knees.
"Oh, don't worry, man!" he panted in heavy breaths, "I'm gonna stay inside of you for fuckin' days!"
"Yah?"
"I'm never leavin' this fuckin' hole!" he proclaimed before quickly maneuvering us so that he was laying on my back with his still hard howitzer buried balls deep in me. His bone was still pretty damned hard and, despite the fact that I'd just shot my wad, it was touching places in me that felt just too damned good. He lay on my back until his cock softened. When it slid out of me, he moved onto his back and pulled me down to lay next to him. When I did, he moved his arm and pulled me onto his chest. Laying there, I found him very, very sweaty and heavy with the scent of man. His heart was still beating much faster than a resting pace, belying his recent physical activity.
After several minutes I began to get restless because the thought of getting caught was heavy on my mind. Funny how you never think of that until you cum, huh? "Do you think we should get out of here?" I asked.
"Huh?" he answered a little groggily. I think with the heavy workout and his buzz he'd drifted off a bit which told me he was totally content.
"I said, do you think we should get out of here?"
"Why?"
"We could get busted," I answered with a little chuckle, thinking the danger of that was obvious.
"Busted by whom?"
"I dunno"
"The guy that left these?" he said, holding up the used skivvies he'd shoved in my face earlier.
"Well, yah"
"And if we did?" he continued. "Nobody's coming in here that's not gonna be doing exactly what we are"
"Yah, I guess you're right"
"It might be kinda fun if he came back for these, doncha think?" he said as he dangled the skivvies over us.
"Fun?"
"Yah!" he said excitedly, "You might have two or three Studs to dick you"
"Hmmmmmmmm" I mused.
"Bet you'd like that, huh?"
"I dunno, Stud," I said, "I think you might have worn me out"
"Yah, shit!" he snorted. "You better not be worn out"
"I'm not really"
"I figured that. I'll lay odds you could take on a whole crew with that ass"
"Yah?"
"Oh, yah!" he snorted. "Seems no matter how much I give you, I get the impression you could take a lot more"
"Dunno about that, Stud"
"Why not?"
"'Cause you fucked me off tonight, Dude"
"Yah, I did and that was hot. But I still think you could do some damage to a few guys at a time"
"Hmmmm. Never thought about it"
"Never had more than one man at a time?"
"Well, two..."
"Yah? How many times have you done that?"
"Just a couple"
"Atta, boy!" he laughed hugging me. "How was it?"
"Pretty cool"
"Yah, I can imagine with an ass like yours" he said, making me laugh. "I mean it, man. You've got a special fucking talent for taking cock. We could use a man like you around"
"We?"
"Yah. We. The guys"
"What guys?"
"Just a group of guys onboard that have gotten to know one another. Problem is we're all tops"
"Really?" I asked with some interest. "Sounds interesting"
"Yah, well maybe if you're good, I'll introduce you to some of `em," he chuckled. "Meanwhile I've got plans for you"
"What's that?"
"More fucking?" I asked, hoping for the right answer.
"Oh, you bet your ass we're gonna fuck some more! I'm not even done with your ass tonight" he proclaimed.
"Yah?"
"Oh, yah. I've just begun to fuck, Jarhead. You got some fuckin' butt on you. You can really take it and I just wanna give it to you all night long"
"For real?"
"Shit, you didn't even think that I was done with your ass, did you?"
"I wasn't sure"
"You up for some more fuckin'?" he asked.
"Fuck an A, Squid! I'm always up for more fuckin'" I laughed.
"Well, then just give me a couple of minutes to reload here and I'll show you why us Squids are the best fuckers"
"Is that so?" I queried.
"Yah. We already know who takes it up the ass the best!" he said, referring to my special talents.
"You like that, huh?"
"No doubt. The big question is do you?"
"Yah, I do"
"I can tell by the way you take the action. Damn, Sean, how the fuck can you take it in the ass like that?"
"It's hard to explain, Dude. It's just what I do"
"It's more like it's who you are" he corrected.
"That too"
"Oh, the guys are gonna like you!"
And so the conversation went. Two of Uncle Sam's lean and mean fighting machines laying naked together in their secret hiding place onboard a Navy ship while a couple of thousand of other Sailors and Marines went about their business. There was a very strong male scent about us and his went right to my fucking dick every time I breathed in. It wasn't a few minutes before I started feeling amorous once again. Even in the sweaty heat of that tight enclosure I was laying half way on the left side of him. While we talked nasty, he began running his hand up and down my back. From his angle the very top of my butt crack was about as far as he could reach. He played with the small crop of blond hairs that grew between there and the small of my back. Before long that led to some kisses which quickly led to the full arousal of the two of us.
When I felt D'Angelo's manhood again it was hard and slippery wet. In the heat and humidity it had not had the chance to dry off and get sticky from our earlier mating. He pulled me up on top of him and filled my mouth with his tongue. The man had both hands on my face as he kissed me powerfully. Every once in a while he'd swoop down on my neck and ears to kiss, lick and nip at me. As he did so, my legs instinctively spread over him until my sloppy wet hole was rubbing up and down the rigid length of him. Reaching down between my legs, he gently fingered my gash that was leaking the spooge he'd jetting inside of me not 15 or 20 minutes earlier.
"Ah, fuck, Man!" he cooed. "Feel that fuckin' wet hole!"
"Ummmmmm" was all I could say as he gently slid his fuck finger inside of me. "AHHHHHHHHH!" I groaned as he rubbed over that hard walnut inside of me.
"You're fuckin' mine, Gyrene!" he proclaimed as he made magic on my butt nut.
"Oh, fuck yah!" I moaned.
"Gonna fuck you hard!"
"Oh, fuck!" I shuddered as he picked up the pace. He had two fingers in me and he was rubbing them all over my man clit. The fucker had me powerless to resist his moves. I could no longer control myself. It felt so damned good that I just let my butt muscles relax and opened my rosebud to his advances.
"F U C K ! ! ! !" he groaned when he felt my hole get big. "Oh, you fucker! You need to be filled, doncha?"
"OH, YAH!" I panted as he played with my butthole.
Without missing a beat, he continued to finger bang me with one hand while he pulled me up towards him with the other. All of a sudden, his hard cock was at my back door. "Sit down on me, Baby!" he cooed. I obliged by pushing back and feeling his big knob slip past my distended asslips. "OH, HO!" he cried at the pleasurable sensation of my warmth surrounding his cock head. It felt so damned good to have him inside of me again. I just wanted to take him all. Pushing back on his bone, I impaled myself using the slick of our earlier fuck as lubricant. In a flash his fuck bone was balls deep inside of me. Reaching down, he gripped onto my burgeoning boner. The grip of his callused hand told of his maleness. The slipperiness of our earlier fuck coated his hand and my bone as he worked me. The sensation caused my butthole to clamp down tight on his prick, giving him even more pleasure. While the man worked my pud with his hand, I worked his with my buttflesh. It was awesome.
The more I moved on his hardness, the more I wanted it. Back and forth, up and down, to the left, to the right I moved. It seemed as though everywhere I moved, his fucking prod touched something inside of me that turned up the fire already raging. As the action increased, I moved my feet further and further up his sides. Before long, my toes were buried in his armpits. Holding on to his chest and shoulders I alternately raised and lowered my butthole on and off of his tremendous tube. At that angle, I was able to work the ample girth and entire length of the man's penis. Fuck it felt good! I have no idea how long I fucked myself up and down his proud prong, but it wasn't until my legs started to cramp that I even gave a fleeting thought of changing positions. When I slowed down to rub my right leg, D'Angelo caught on and took control of the situation.
Before I even know what was happening, he'd pulled me off of him and buried my face in the coils of cotton covered rubber hose beneath us. Kicking my legs far apart he pulled my butt in the air, exposing my hole in it's most vulnerable position. The next thing I knew he rammed all 8 inches of Italian salami into me. And with that he was off on a hot and hard man fuck. No woman could have handled the action that I did at that moment. The fuck was all about a powerful man fucking another man in the ass to get his nut. And fuck he did. Within a minute or so our position changed so that his legs were between mine, keeping mine far apart and my shoulders and face were laying nearly flat on the coils below me. Only my ass was in the air and it was filled with some of the fattest cockflesh I'd had in eons. Using the cum and ass slime from our previous fuck, the man power fucked me like no tomorrow. And it was just what the Doctor ordered as far as I was concerned. All I wanted at that time was to be dicked and I didn't give a damn about foreplay or kissing or anything. I just wanted to be penetrated with his dick of death.
Finally when we'd been fucking for like ten minutes like that the two of us were a little worn out. We were both ready for a little more lovin' and less heavy duty fucking. Wordlessly, he communicated his need by moving me on to my back where he lifted my legs and slowly slid his hard howitzer into my slutty depths. From that position on his knees he slowly and easily laid pipe in me, 8 glorious fucking inches at a time. Like I'd done a couple of hundred times before and certainly thousands and thousands of times since, I lay there and gave that man every possible square fucking inch of my hole. It's what I do. Wham, wham, wham, the powerful Squid fucked into me. He wasn't holding anything back as he mined my guts for friction.
At first the heavy duty action fucked my hardon right out of me. In a matter of minutes though it had roared back and was throbbing stiffly on my belly as he poured it to me. It felt so good when his hairy belly rubbed against the sensitive underside of my wet willy. Too good, in fact. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my own hardness and stroked myself. With that, my butt tightened around the turgid tube the fucking Stud was ramming in and out of me, increasing both his pleasure and mine. Damn, there's nothing like the feel of a hard cock deep in your ass and something sliding over the trigger ridge just below the head of your dick. While D'Angelo poured it to me I jacked myself off and got lost in the sensations.
If there was one thing D'Angelo wasn't, it was a short ride. The guy had stamina and seemed to be able to fuck me long and hard. Just like I like it. At the same time, with the heavy gut rearranging he was giving me, the action on my Jackson wasn't about to bring me off anytime too soon. So we just fucked and fucked and fucked. Two hot, hard and sweaty homos alternately giving and then taking pleasure from one another. One fixated on penetrating the other deep and fast until he got his nut. The other totally into getting his guts rammed by a big and hard fucking cock until he gave it up. A perfect match.
The faster D'Angelo fucked me, the faster I played my own fuck fiddle. The cum and funk from our earlier fuck was hot and slippery and made the perfect lubricant as my tight mancunt clung desperately to my top man's battering ram. In and out, back and forth, deep and wide he power fucked me. In unison, the two of us moved closer and closer to getting off. He was first. I could tell when he picked up his brutal pace to that of a jackhammer that the guy was getting close to losing it. It seems I matched him stroke for stroke. The sound of his pelvis pounding against my butt each time he bottomed out in me got louder and louder as the speed of his fuck increased. At one point it was so fast that it almost sounded like someone was clapping. Sprinting for home, the man started shaking as the first tremors of his orgasm started.
"Fuckin' gonna nut you, man!" he sputtered.
"Get your gun, Dude!" I encouraged as my breath got more and more labored as I myself started feeling that familiar tingling in my balls.
"OH YAH!" he hissed, "FUCKIN' GONNA UNLOAD IN YOU!" I could tell he was so close.
"I wanna feel it!" I whimpered as he tore into my asshole.
"HERE IT COMES FUCKER!" he wailed, on the brink. Suddenly he froze with the entire length of him rammed inside of me. His balls were mashed against my buttlips. The shuddering told me that his cum was rapidly on it's way.
"Gimme your cum!"
"FUCKIN' SEEDIN' YOUUUUUUUUUUU!" he barked as his balls exploded. With my hole constricted tight around his manhood, I felt his cock grow larger as he shot the first spurts of his cum in me.
"OH, YAH!" I roared, feeling his swollen cum tube alternately hardening and releasing as he ejaculated. That drove me right to the edge.
"FUCKIN' MINE!" he panted, seeding me deep.
My hand was flying on my fuckstick, bringing me closer and closer to nutting while the Seaman pumped me full of semen. "Fat fuckin' cock, fuckin' me!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he groaned.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrr!" I growled as I neared the point of no return. It seemed that I was stuck in a state of euphoria as my hot hole alternately sucked and released the meat missle inside of it. I knew I was going to cum any minute, but my body just didn't seem to be in an hurry to do so. Meanwhile, the Italian Stallion dicking me thoroughly got off as he jizzed this Grunt's gash. He'd long since stopped shooting when I started yelling, "GONNA GUN, SQUID. GONNA GUN!"
"Fuck yah!" he encouraged, slowly moving his still hard slab in me.
"AW, GAWD, I'M GONNA SHOOT!" I warned.
"Fuck, yah! My little sperm bank is gonna spew!"
That did it! Just the thought that I had his loads of cum in my ass set me off. Rockets of rock sauce shot everywhere as I gave in to two of a man's greatest sensations. Shooting my load and a hard cock in my ass. What more could a man ask for? D'Angelo made it a perfect cum by gently fucking in and out of me while I sprayed the world with sperm. Whew, what a cum!
When it was all over, the two of us collapsed in exhaustion. We were too hot and sweaty to lie on one another but the bond of the super hot session was strong, so we just lay close and tangled arms and legs with one another. You know how it is. You've just cum, you're sated and you're laying there with a hot man. Although I was on a fucking Navy ship somewhere in the middle of the Pacific, my mind was like a million miles away. For a while it felt like I was back in that apartment in Oceanside. Damn, I had good memories of that.
I don't know how long we lay there like that but I know for sure that I drifted off for a bit before I awoke with a start. I heard voices in the corridor outside. Suddenly, my heart started racing. I just fucking knew we were busted. Luckily, the voices passed and we were once again surrounded in silence. My start had woken D'Angelo.
"Wassamatter?" he asked sleepily.
"I heard voices"
"No big deal"
"Yah it is, man," I answered nervously.
"Would you knock it off?"
"No really, D'Angelo," I insisted, "we could get busted"
"We're not gonna get busted, man" he said with a tinge of irritation in his voice.
"I'm just paranoid I guess"
"Hey, you leave that paranoid shit to us stoners, ok?" he laughed.
"I just get worried, that's all"
"Aren't you having a good time?" he asked, hugging me. He was very sleepy. Or stoned. Or both. Yah, I was having a good time. A great time to be sure. I was with a hot man, wasn't I? He was bigger and stronger and a handsome devil too boot. Just the kind of guy I like. I felt warm and safe with him. I could feel his loads in me and that made me feel even closer to him. Yet, it wasn't everything for me. I wasn't exactly sure what was missing from my life right then, but even at that young age I knew that I'd never make a life with D'Angelo. The guy turned me on something fierce and we had awesome sex together, but I knew we weren't a love match. Still and all, he made me feel wanted. Even if it was just to be a hot fuck. Hell, what's wrong with that huh? As good as I felt at that moment, I still felt an emptiness.
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